The World Darkens

 The world darkens,;
 last possibilities sigh
 with plum-orange whispers.

Penny Candy Machines


 These penny candy machines,
 become a nickel, dime, quarter;
 then gone.


 Hungry Ghost Moon;
 blue flame temptation
 to the demon dance,
 at any cost.


 Foghorns bleat arhythmic tales;
 midnight gunshots penetrate
 ocean dreams.


 Deeper,
 below bone and ball
 and tasty tidbits,
 resides loyalty.


 Insatiable hunger for
 bullet transgression,
 beyond decency.


 Vermin scare sparks
 disquiet alarm;
 surge of toxic indignation.


 Enigmatic intensity
 sets the dialogue
 of the city.


 Through the dream  gate
 to convention,
 rest with confidence
 in not knowing.


 Kick down doors,
 see through mirrors,
 know your shadow,
 rail against calamity.